Li Chun was the first to clap and say: "Good! Good! Good!"
As the person who had mastered the "Cow and Horse Blood Drowning Technique" to its peak, Li Chun was instinctively moved by this poem, even feeling like crying.
He originally wanted to give a good compliment, maybe even compose a poem to praise it, but couldn’t come up with anything, so he could only say "good" three times in a row.
At this moment, someone came to realize and echoed: "Strong!"
Everyone couldn’t help but look at Duan Yun with new eyes.
Murong looked at Duan Yun, feeling uncomfortable.
Damn, you can even recite poetry ?
The chance to show off, which he thought he had because he believed he was more knowledgeable than Old Demon Duan, was ruined. It was a kind of unexpelled pain, made worse as Old Demon Duan pulled it off next to him, it’s even more unbearable than being constipated for over ten days.
Old Demon Duan, your scholarly demeanor makes me sick!
At this point, Young Hero Duan and Young Hero Murong had completed their mission.
That evening at dusk, the two left.
As they were leaving, Duan Yun couldn’t help but look back at this courtyard, where people were still diligently scrubbing the toilets and chamber pots, as if there was endless work. For a moment, he actually felt a bit nostalgic.
After all, this was his first time.
He didn’t know how many more sects he would reform in the future, but he would surely never forget this one.
He borrowed Mr. Lu Xun’s lines, "Facing countless fingers pointing at me, I bow willingly to be a cow for the kids," really not as an act to show off as Murong thought, but as his hope for the Iron Blood Sect.
Maybe these guys would never reach this step, and he himself couldn’t either, but people must always have some beautiful aspirations.
The setting sun was like blood, Duan Yun and Murong sat at a noodle stall eating noodles.
The noodle stall owner seemed to be from Yu State, the noodles were numbing and spicy, yet Duan Yun and Murong enjoyed them very much.
They had already taken off their human skin masks, returning to their original appearances.
At this moment, two Iron Blood Sect disciples approached.
One of them looked at the noodle stall owner and asked: "Boss, have you seen two people? Two men, one with a scar on his face but quite pleasant-looking, and one without a scar, looks decent but not really handsome, with curly hair."
Duan Yun quickly patted Murong’s head, using electricity to straighten Murong’s hair.
The noodle stall owner shook his head and said: "Good fellows, I don’t remember."
The other Iron Blood Sect disciple said: "Senior brother, what if we can’t find Dehua and Cheng Wu?"
"The Sect Leader must have noticed their potential. I’m honestly jealous of their talents, especially Cheng Wu, but everyone has their own aspirations, if we can’t find them, there’s nothing we can do."
Duan Yun and Murong exchanged a glance, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
The two Iron Blood Sect disciples were about to leave when they suddenly noticed a man nearby and said: "Brother, you are injured."
He was a swordsman, looking quite fierce.
The swordsman immediately tensed up: "Our Wudao Mountain Villa has no feud with your Iron Blood Sect, what are you going to do?"
"Nothing, we just want to heal your injury."
"Heal? No need, I can heal it myself." The swordsman felt baffled, responding.
"How can you heal it well by yourself!"
"Junior brother, hold him down!"
In a snap, the two of them moved as fast as lightning.
The two Iron Blood Sect disciples used their fists, and the moment the fist wind appeared, it gave a sense of substance, as if the fists were gathering the strength of two old oxen.
This swordsman from Wudao Mountain Villa was already injured, no match, and was knocked to the ground.
Before he could get up, the Iron Blood Sect junior brother on the left had restrained him, while the senior brother took off his pants and shouted: "Junior brother, pry his mouth open."
After a burst of humiliated, sobbing-like noises, the two Iron Blood Sect disciples completed the treatment of the swordsman.
The swordsman watched their departing figures, akin to a woman who had been ruthlessly abandoned, tears of humiliation streaming down.
Murong was shocked: "Isn’t this a bit too enthusiastic?"
Duan Yun, observing this, contemplated: "For now, at least their intentions are good, they don’t even charge money. And the result is always good, this swordsman’s Qi-Blood is dark, the internal injuries are serious, and without treatment, he might not survive until autumn."
"To save a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story Futu, you’re right!" Murong agreed wholeheartedly.
In an instant, the sense of accomplishment for both of them grew even stronger.
You see, after being refined by these two young heroes, the disciples of the Iron Blood Sect are already out benefiting the Martial World so quickly.
It can be said, this swordsman is the first to receive the blessing!
As long as the Iron Blood Sect continues to develop, there will be many such benefits in the Martial World.
It can only be said that the Martial World is blessed!